Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-03-24
al never will do tht ain.

Il never will do tht assin, che
continues, 'for I do noskhsw what
should have done. had .ouInot come
in time 10 protect me. Rlasa How
good and kind you are alf2 10 me
so different from the othsz / never
will forget you, if ] live ! be as old
as Mr.. Harrison and yori<ao he il
grey and half-blind. (pooinau) and
no teeth at ALL" shs adds. khe mis-
chief rising in her again uiile shs
looks up in the frank face # Roland
who cannot. for the life of hp. con-
ceal a smile.
"What a naughty girl ysu Re. Lii
zette. You will have fua sslny cost,
but would you not Ike tfAsviolsts
over there. nestled away ulser the
green ferns as if to hide thsy faces
| from us ?"
"Oh. indeed, yssr' she sas. ell
trace Of fear now a stranger to the
joyful voice. MAMA would ike to
have them, for she loves fowes bet
ter than anything on earth, except
her naughty girl. she repats. to
mimic Roland's previous words "but,
how provoking, for there gos the
hateful bell and we must harrj or be
late" They both run every siep of
the way, but stand breathlsss for a
moment before entering tie silent
school room.
1t is the last day of the scholastic
year and each desk looks va,ant and
lonely, as one and all gather their
books and states into a secure bundle.
How triumphantly they witch the
school-master as he slams the door
and turns the key for two whole
months.
"Hurrah !" shout the boys while
they throw their hats high in the air,
In anticipation Of the coming vacation.
and the girls cluster together, shaking
hands ard evidently rejoicing too.
Lizette alone seems depressed for it
is her last year at the "old church -
the last time that shady grove will
ever resound with the ring of her
merry voice. "Will / ever be so hap
py again ?" she questions in the
depths der Of her youthful mind and as
turns away, with sigh, to find Ro-
land to bid him goodbye.
Il have been looking for you every
where" she says, as she joins him
under the shady oak boughs, land
thought l must go without finding
you. That would have been too bad,
for when will l ever see you again
she asks, looking full in his face. The
boy regards her a moment without
speaking, then with a slight tremble
in his voice answers:
II could nerer forget you, Roland,
no matter how long be the time before
/ see you again. Come and walk with
me to the bridge. 1t is the last time,
you know"
When the bridge is reached, Lizette
turns and says:
Goodbye, now. I feel you will
some day be a good and learned man.
l shall be inclined to dread your su-
rerior knowledge then, but take this, u
she adds, handing him tiny gold
anchor from the slender chain around
her neck, land sometimes think oi
naughty me-"
He thanks her for the gift, and then
Il am afraid, Lizette, it will be
quite long time, for I leave to-mor.
row for Thornton Manor, where nv
guardian now resides. There I spend
my holidays, after which time I will
be packed off to college for FIVE years
and at the expiration of that period
am, believe, to study law. This will
prevent me from seeing you for years
Just to think, Lizette. you will be a
a grown lady, a graduate from -
hope, and l too will be a-man Viii
you be able to remember me all ha
time?" he questions with deep earn
estness in every word, cor will you for
get me entirely ?"
as her brother Maurice advances t.
meet her, he speaks their childhood
last goodbye
A farm house wide and spacious
standing couspicuOusly on high hil
side, shaded by tell naples, and rem
dered bright and hOme-like by man,
colored flowers and trailing vines
which catch on and cling to ever,
conceivable object which chance t
stand in their way. A meadow
stretching far away in the distanc
and divided by long lines of cherr
trees, which just now are bending be
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